If I had the power, I would gather flakes of pure light from the dawn,
I would weave wings from the whispers of stars, to lift you among endless galaxies,
To float on the ocean of the sky, where desires take the shape of dreams,
For you are a hidden angel, sculpted from lines of poetry and eternal mystery.
The wings would be crafted from threads of gold and silver, woven by the night wind,
To reveal to the world the mystery I have always carried in my heart,
In my eyes, you have always been a star dancing on the edge of universes,
A dream born from the silent song of constellations of hope.
In every beat of your wings, you bring echoes of magic and eternities,
A spirit embracing infinity, leaving behind pure love,
When you fly, time stops, and the sky becomes an ocean of light,
And the whole world sees how your wings open doors to dreams.
You are a symbol of hope, a beacon in the night of the lost,
And in your flight, we all carry the desire to reach infinity,
Through you flows the magic that transforms shadows into golden rays,
A dream that will not end, a story written on the canvas of eternity.
eaf cutter cuts
squirrels store nuts in tree huts
humankind does same
In my heart, a reliquary, gather teeth that do not belong to me,
but are those of voices I swallowed out of politeness, unwillingly,
they echo in silence like relics of a gentler, forgotten violence,
and I polish them with guilt until they shine like silent confessions.
I tell myself there is beauty in this digestion of thoughts and emotions,
that consuming means transforming, changing essence into silence,
but every night, I wake with a mouth full of unbelieved prayers,
as if my soul seeks to speak unshared truths.
And yet, within this dance of shadows and unlived memories,
I struggle with the ghosts of those words that never belonged to me,
I am an alchemist of my own conscience, seeking to find gold,
in the ashes of promises I never understood, only swallowed.
I place these relics under the pale light of introspection, seeking healing,
but each rattle is a reminder of transformation through forced silence,
and I wonder if I will ever be able to release these captive words,
or if my heart will remain a reliquary of eternal melancholy.
Gold per ounce the weight of
the trophy
Sake denounced the intent of
The Songbird
Might love pronounce me in
announcement
Closer than my goals
to achievement
Inspiration inspire
to such elevations
To make envy those
who opposed me
Inspiration quiet my foes
Into shame
Might they stand in such
Awe of me
Inspiration make my way
Clear, unopposed I might
Sooth my way clear
Might I stand to thank
thee
Inspiration make me
Worship thee
The story
He seemed to gain, that he would spend in such for quality
Paired, both with the same purpose. Such inclusion to create
the greatest entity. The sounds of harmonic voices. Soothing
Melonic tones. Orchestrated perfections. Lyrics of collaborated tones!
Temperer de Adagio
Sweet bassy Grooves.
Platinum Panties
On the right song
Like a good woman
Something Really Special!
Toasting perfection a smooth
Coupled togetherness
Horns and strings and all sorts
Of Polite and Courteous thangs!
When the wood wins!
My lot in eternity is to forever gather dust.
And I agree.
For the way I lived my life, that's probably just.
But I'd so hoped for a task
were at least part of the ask
was to do something fruitful with the excess of my lust.
I asked this whiz of divinity,
"What's heaven like for infinity?"
He said, "Each day, we adore the Lord,
as we partake of His smorgasbord,
then hang with the Holy Trinity.
We are the few
The proud redeemed
A moment perhaps
Oh ho how it seemed
To pull you in
Of curious word
A promise to love
Haven't you heard
A picture to paint
Abstract to allure
Calming and peaceful
A brush stroke
Contour
A vale of promise
Reveling A dream
Of color splashed light
Red gold and green
Songs play on
Lilting the breeze
With a wafting promise
Of summer and spring
Facets and strands
Entwining a pulse
A rythmn profound
With each chosen note
It doesn’t matter where
It’s not about who
The spotlight
The stage
Theatrical
Words beyond what world sees and hears
Words uncertain
Tomorrow unseen
Words through suggestions
Cushion of no comfort
Amid the storms of doubt and circumstances
Words of wonder and delight
Precision in direct light
Words gather like no other
Statement and appeal
Words strike out for real
No longer concealed
Words surround
They found you
The gathering
Word out
Where should I draw the line?
Will I?
Want I?
Can I?
Do I even might?
Your faces i see when i close my eyes
Voices still heard in the summer breeze,
Gatherings curtailed by a floating disease,
Poisoned air that we all breathed.
All things stopped except time itself,
Onward it went causing dissent and strife,
Everything aged memories to fade away,
Will we have time to gather again some day.
Andrew Mcintyre 19/03/2024 .
The call of the wolf haunts the night
when the full moon rises
between the realms of nightmares and dreams
where souls are gathered
in dark fields of stone and fireflies
where fairies dart around
and shadowed goblins hide
this place of the dead
where ghosts abound
and whispers of the forgotten
are heard on the full moon
for they couldn't pay Charon
and now wander
on the banks of the river Styx
waiting in hell
until they pay the ferryman
with time or coin
only then may they take Charon's ferryboat
and cross the river
into the never realm of eternity
"BIRDS GATHER ON ELECTRIC LINES
KEEPING THEMSELVES WARM Terzanelle "
Those the little birds warming themselves warmth
on standing electrical and telephone lines
together side by side one by one doth---
~
The bird’s stance summer breathless leaves
adjoining, aligned, snuggle so steadily
gathering amidst buildings homes, and eaves--
~
Giant rush of big galling winds so gust
soar ever so high above skies freighting
fluttering flapping of feather wings thrust
~
leaving flying in groups from grounds gaiting
talons feet embrace lines like humans lust
every so closed close in distance like dating
~
a mixed the couples birds pairing flaring
up so high tens of feet so very high light
above the somewhat warm grounds staring
~
beaded eyes nestled small birds encasing
shares bodily heat keeps from frozen plight
winter cold so the birds warmth embracing
birds on electric lines all day and night
12/23/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Gather around all you people
Got a wonderful tale to tell
Bout people who are always happy
As if they're under a spell
As spells go this one seems magic
Seems like a kind of trance
Holding hands and singing out loud
Performing a magical dance
Some people might think it's evil
But I'm here to tell the truth
They're really dances of undying love
Coz this world sure needs a boost
Let's all think only about loving
The peoples of every land
No matter the language or way of life
Let's all of us just join hands
Don't listen to all the naysayers
Time for a change in thinking
It's not who's got the biggest toys
Reach out with loving arms linking
Some will say I'm just blowing smoke
It's too late to make such a change
My answer is if we all did nothing
Things would still wind up the same
So how many of you are with me
Raise your hands and cheer
For a world where all nations coexist
And peace replaces our fears
So fondly I remember,
We would gather ‘round and sing
Mom on the piano, as Christmas
Melodies would ring.
Music always brought us joy,
Come and join us, by all means!
Come fill the house with melodies,
Saxes, trumpets, violins!
We would try to sing our parts,
Smiling all the while together
Building gilded memories
As we cavorted altogether.
Now we live in different places
And our pianist has gone home,
But we will gather ‘round in heaven
And sing again near heaven’s throne.
There, angelic chorus
And all of heaven’s host-
Will raise our mightiest praise
To the God we love the most.
How I thank Him for my family
Whom I’ll see, I don’t know when,
But I look forward to the day
When we’re gathered ‘round again.
Sack the lot, theyr'e not that hot'
Mixed messaging and many flaws
Wicked counsel deviant causes
Making most, to reasess.' By many
Multitudes there will be redress.'
Its a mash of polony processed to
The enth.. Political nonsense done
To deat.! Awaken people you must
Proceed, flex you power there's now
Dire need; Full stop! Its time right now
To (sack the lot).!
Towers and showers
You fall then you rise
Making love to the clouds
It's mundane you despise
Let's cut to the chase
Keep our words short today
I'm proud of this city
Perhaps 'nice one' you'd say
I think you are awesome
In the day or the night
As the faces peer up
Or peek out to the sight
Of industrious city
Laced with tramways and cars
With it's heroes and humour
Or it's battle strewn scars
On the surface you're hard
Always up for a fight
Dig deeper.. discover
A heartbeat, you might
Whether homeless or minted
Perhaps just passing through
Our Mancunian spirit
Is now running through you.
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